I don’t know if I’m doing a costume this year, but one year in college I went to a politically incorrect costume party dressed in only a pair of slacks. I had no shirt, no socks, no shoes, not even any underwear.
The costume?
I was a “premature ejaculation.” I just came in my pants.
I’ve been letting my facial hair grow for a couple weeks so it’s pretty scraggly now. I’ll put on a bedsheet toga, stuff a couple balloons down the front for boobs, and be a Greek god, sorta.
Hermaphrodite.
I’m dressed at work today - and have a picture…not sure how to attach it though. 
I won third prize ($20.00)!
BTW…if anyone is thinking of wearing this kind of full-head, rubber-ish mask, IT IS HOTTER THAN HELL!
I think my head lost 7 pounds in the half hour I had it on!
Well, no argument here.
Oh… Kansas. Right. The Tornado state. I think I’ll be over here…
The roomies and I are throwing a Halloween Party Saturday. I’m going as Cleopatra. Found a white halter style bathing suit top on sale at Macy’s and a floor length linen skirt at a thrift store. I gave the skirt slits over my legs and got a bunch of jewelry at the thrift store. Found a beaded headress and roman style knife at a prop shop. Whole thing probably only cost $100. I tried it on last night and looked fantastic. I love Halloween. 
I’m wearing a little sign that reads as follows…
Manic Depressive
More than a diagnosis… It’s a costume!
One of my friends came as a doctor in scrubs, another wore his National Guard uniform. They have switched shirts… So now one is an Upper GI and the other is a Lower GI.
One guy is wearing a t-shirt that reads, “Dress Code Violation”
I’ll be going to a party dressed as the Angel of Death, and I’ll be cooking and mussels with cream wine and onion :eek:
I went as Delirium last year. Seven of us dressed up as the different members of the endless. Well, that was the plan at least. The guy who was supposed to be Dream forgot his costume at home and just dressed up like a ghost. Lame.
This year, I’ll be wearing a tri-cornered hat, a puffy white shirt, a sword, and a vest made out of computer game covers. I’ll be a software pirate.
This year I have a big posh formal dress and a sash proclaiming me “Miss Virginia Tobacco!” Add a tiara, some pale, greenish make-up, and a tracheotomy tube in my neck, and I’m all ready to hand out packs of (candy) cigarettes to the kiddies.
My mother says I’m ghoulish.
I will be Agent Sydney Bristow as she appeared on the pilot episode of Alias. Red wig, black stocking cap, black turtleneck, and black pants. Alas, the pants are not leather or vinyl, as they appear in photos.
I also made myself a cheesy CIA badge with Jennifer Garner’s picture on it so I don’t have to explain who I am every 5 minutes.
I’m going to party with some hippies (actually, AmeriCorps workers).
Our neighborhood is so overrun with T-or-T-ers, a costume just reduces the efficiency olf the rapid-output candy-distribution system that becomes necessary. None for me this year.
My favorite costume that appeared at my door last year: A young teenage girl dressed as a striking grocery worker, an all-too-common sight at that time.
The school I work for has a strict dress code, so no costumes there either, but last year I put on all black clothing with a long coat, and donned some “Neo” glasses I bought at a Hallowe’en store.
As planned, all day long, I was hounded by bad Hugo Weaving impersonators calling out: “Mister Aaaaaanderson!”
My brother and his new son (born Oct 2nd) are going as the headless horseman.
Dan wears a cloak, Brody is in a pumpkin suit, going as the head.
I’m going as one of the members of The Polyphonic Spree. We all dressed up in our costumes yesterday (Friday) as part of our “homecoming spirit week” and only about 4 kids at school knew who I was. I always like doing somewhat obscure costumes, because then the people who do get it feel like they’re really in on the joke. But at the same time, all the people asking if I was a KKK member got a little annoying, and if I go trick-or-treating (I probably shouldn’t… I’m 17 – a bit too old, yeah?) it’ll be even worse.
It’s actually a quite kick-ass costume. Maybe I’ll post some pictures up here eventually.
We had our office Halloween party yesterday. I was Death on Wheels.
I wore my Incarnation of Death outfit and rode a Segway. You cannot begin to believe how cool a Segway is!!!
I have just finished putting the final touches on my codpiece.
Black bowler hat
Black military boots
White pants
White shirt with bloody eyeballs on the cuffs
White suspenders
I’m a mummified firebreathing mutant vampire zombie alien robot dinosaur. It’s a long story… Last November, I was telling some of my officemates about some of the weird costumes I’ve done in the past: A bunch of grapes, a Newton’s cradle (one of those things with the steel balls hanging in a line), the set containing Chronos (I had a couple of wires bent into a pair of {}braces, and mounted them around myself), the Northern Lights, Opus the Penguin, a giant can of Pepsi, and so on.
But I also said that I had on occasion been known to do normal things like alien, robot, and dinosaur. One of the guys asked “All at once?”, and it sort of grew from there, culminating in a drawing on the whiteboard of the afore-mentioned composite beast. And of course, I couldn’t pass up a challenge like that.
So the costume consists of a pair of robot legs made from posterboard, aluminum foil, and brads, strips of white cloth wrapped around my chest and arms, a construction paper X-men emblem on my chest (to cover the “mutant” part), a sewn and stuffed dinosaur tail in a rotten-green color, with “bones” (actually wooden doorknobs strung together) poking through, an alien mask, a pair of cheap glow-in-the-dark fangs and a Dracula cape, and flames made from red tissue paper and an empty bag of generic cheese curls. The only problem is, I’m not sure if I should be saying “take me to your leader”, “I want to suck your blood”, “brains…”, or just roar.
Okay, I admit I’m not going this way THIS year. But my favorite Halloween costume of all time was as Queen of the Deeps—a seafoam colored leotard, snazzy iridescent purple tights; a little grass skirt kind of thingy consisting of double-fringed strips of green and turqoise seaweed (actually satin). My hair done up a bit with seashells and things, and ropes and ropes of pearls. But the thing that really made it cook was that every inch of exposed skin (and there was a LOT of exposed skin) had been made up, using iridescent eyeliner pencils so that I actually appeared to be covered in silvery little scales. Wheeeeee!
Let me tell ya–it really intrigued the boys. So cool…and yet so hot.
Okay, I admit I’m not going this way THIS year. But my favorite Halloween costume of all time was as Queen of the Deeps—a seafoam colored leotard, snazzy iridescent purple tights; a little grass skirt kind of thingy consisting of double-fringed strips of green and turqoise seaweed (actually satin). My hair done up a bit with seashells and things, and ropes and ropes of pearls. But the thing that really made it cook was that every inch of exposed skin (and there was a LOT of exposed skin) had been made up, using iridescent eyeliner pencils so that I actually appeared to be covered in silvery little scales. Wheeeeee!
Let me tell ya–it really intrigued the boys. So cool…and yet so hot.
Well, I did promise to come back and report.
My witch costume was well-received. As it happened, I was the only one in the call center who dressed in a costume. This would have worked to my advantage, had the contest given awards by department. But no. Not only that, there was no award for most pathetic costume. The prizes went to a Mummy, a French maid, and a man dressed as Lara Croft (he was actually frighteningly similar). But no honorable mentions.
I blame President Bush, and his crappy economy.